I Hear Antiques' Inner Thoughts and Strike It Rich at a Junkyard

Qin Lang, the eldest son of the Qin family in the capital, was framed, lost his family, and ended up working as a laborer at a scrap yard.

He thought his life was over. Then his eyes mutated, and he discovered he could hear antiques talking!

A rusty iron sword: “Keep your hands off me! I'm the sword of the First Emperor of Qin. Watch out, or my sword energy will hurt you!”

A chipped, broken bowl: “Ow, easy does it! Emperor Qianlong drank fermented bean juice from me, and there's a private seal underneath!”

A rotten book propping up a table: “Hmph, foolish humans. I am the lost Qing Nang Book, missing for a thousand years. Now get down and bow!”

Looking at a roomful of national treasures being treated as junk, Ye Tian's grin spread wider and wider.

“Boss, I'll take this whole pile of junk for fifty yuan!”

Years later, at a top global auction,

the wealthy elites who once mocked him and the fiancée who betrayed him trembled as they watched Qin Lang casually toss out peerless treasures.

Qin Lang shrugged. “Don't get the wrong idea. I'm really just a scrap dealer. I'm only a tiny bit richer than you.”